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I fucking need to be inside of her.
Without hesitation, I swing it again and yell, “Three,” as I drop it to the floor and pull the wand from her thigh.
Quickly shedding my trousers, I step behind her and place my cock against her dripping entrance. I can feel the groan reverberating from her chest as I take my time pressing every inch of me inside of her.
“Do you feel how fucking wet you are?” I pull nearly out of her before repeatedly crashing back through her slickness until she comes around my cock.
“Fuck,piccolo fiore,” I pull myself from her, bend down and quickly undo the straps around her ankles. Holding her nearly spent body tightly with one arm, I undo the bindings around her wrists and her unsteady body crumples against me.
Lowering us both to the floor at the base of the cross, I climb between her thighs and plunge my cock back into her. I want to watch her fall apart for me again.
My forearm rests by her head, my other arm pulls her leg over my hip, and I roll my hips into her hard and deep. Our moans filling the room as I continuously drive my cock into her.
“Eyes on me, Ellie,” I brush the loose hair from her braid out of her face, “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
A few more demanding thrusts and her thighs are shaking around my hips, the heels of her shoes digging into the backs of my upper thighs.
“Voglio scoparti per sempre,” the words roll from my tongue as she screams out my name. My mouth covering hers, I swallow the sounds of her orgasm while my tongue wrestles against hers.
My cock tightening with every thrust, I fight the urge to come.
I can’t fucking get enough of her.
Unable to fight it any longer, I roar through my release as I empty myself inside of her. Collapsing next to her, I pull her exhausted body onto my chest as I catch my breath.
ChapterThirty-Seven
ANGELO
The wind blows, tousling Ellie’s long blonde hair around her face, as she walks down Seventh Avenue. As her fingers tuck the hair behind her ears, it exposes her contagious smile.
She’s always so beautiful when she smiles. I haven’t managed to see nearly enough of it lately.
Following her from the other side of the street, I watch as she enters a coffee shop. She doesn’t walk to the counter. Instead, she takes a seat at one of the two empty stools at the counter in the window.
I could be sitting in the one next to her right now.
My foot steps off the curb as I begin to cross the street, and I stop. Leaning over her, Sal places two cups on the counter before sweeping her hair to the side. With access to her neck, he kisses and sucks at her as though they are alone.
In the three weeks since Ellie foolishly chose Sal over me, it as is though I never existed in her life.
Slinking into the crowd, I watch as they leave the coffee shop hand in hand. A couple with two kids approaches them and Ellie bends down and lifts the raven-haired girl into her arms. Warm hugs and loving kisses pass between them.
That is the life I was planning for her.
The amazing life that I was willing to give her.
The family.
A home full of kids.
The life I know she wanted.
All ruined, because of him.
With the two of them heading into some school event for Tony, I plan to use this time at Sal’s nearly unoccupied estate. Making my way across the city, I drive along an alley that will lead me to the backside of the estate. Having worked on the property for several years, I know where security is the strongest and weakest. I scale the iron fence at the rear of the property.
As dusk falls, it will be easy to skirt the tree line and sneak into the estate. Crossing from the trees, I use the garden as additional cover to sneak through the library entrance.
